<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:18:35.161-07:00</updated><category term='Sorry the pics aren&apos;t with the stories...didn&apos;t have time to figure it out.'/><title type='text'>Coke&amp;Chocolate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-5039358731304232170</id><published>2009-08-11T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:51:27.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorry the pics aren&apos;t with the stories...didn&apos;t have time to figure it out.'/><title type='text'>My Life for the Past Seven Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFaJs7DgNI/AAAAAAAAACM/v5D_PPt6WtE/s1600-h/Amber+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368671353526517970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFaJs7DgNI/AAAAAAAAACM/v5D_PPt6WtE/s320/Amber+067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFZzmZfhnI/AAAAAAAAACE/iqjZir88K_g/s1600-h/Amber+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368670973818013298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFZzmZfhnI/AAAAAAAAACE/iqjZir88K_g/s320/Amber+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFZy15TFHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/am-eoIZJX0o/s1600-h/Amber+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368670960798078066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFZy15TFHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/am-eoIZJX0o/s320/Amber+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFZySDvzyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PQm4WR1cWS4/s1600-h/Amber+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368670951178227490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFZySDvzyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PQm4WR1cWS4/s320/Amber+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFZxh4YFLI/AAAAAAAAABs/YA6vsuDeCYI/s1600-h/Amber+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368670938245633202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFZxh4YFLI/AAAAAAAAABs/YA6vsuDeCYI/s320/Amber+073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFZxE_THeI/AAAAAAAAABk/dSu4oLjLZbI/s1600-h/Amber+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368670930490039778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFZxE_THeI/AAAAAAAAABk/dSu4oLjLZbI/s320/Amber+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFXWCg_A0I/AAAAAAAAABc/8eJHs7h2_MM/s1600-h/Amber+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368668266946298690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFXWCg_A0I/AAAAAAAAABc/8eJHs7h2_MM/s320/Amber+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFXV_n_R1I/AAAAAAAAABU/QqFP3rHzHTQ/s1600-h/Amber+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368668266170369874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFXV_n_R1I/AAAAAAAAABU/QqFP3rHzHTQ/s320/Amber+059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFXVfGfTMI/AAAAAAAAABM/tDoP45eExjM/s1600-h/Amber+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368668257439927490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFXVfGfTMI/AAAAAAAAABM/tDoP45eExjM/s320/Amber+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFXVCbaVwI/AAAAAAAAABE/I6SyF5RBVRQ/s1600-h/Amber+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368668249743054594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFXVCbaVwI/AAAAAAAAABE/I6SyF5RBVRQ/s320/Amber+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFXUrjQb4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/srkPWOa9GjI/s1600-h/Amber+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368668243601944450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFXUrjQb4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/srkPWOa9GjI/s320/Amber+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello one and all...my last post was seven months ago. A LOT has happened since then. :0) First I got a job. I have been working as an RN in a community hospital, since Jan. It is a small hospital, but it has many opportunities. For instance the Telemetry, Med-Surg, and Ped's are all on one floor (my floor). In bigger hospitals each of these areas would have their own floor. We also get overflow from the women's center. I have worked in the women's center. We also have a security ward in our hospital. We have several prisons around us, and when they need more medical help than their facility offers they come to us. I have worked in the security ward quite a few times. I couldn't do it regularly though. I know they are people too, but...I just couldn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One evening I asked my uncle and aunt if they knew of any single available men in the area around my age. Right away each of them has a suggestion. My uncle's guy was rich (my uncle said a millionaire) and I will say that I believe my uncle. He coerced a picture out of the guy and sent me the pic via a text message. The man (I'm not knocking it...I promise) wore glasses straight from the 80's and used oil to comb over his hair. (This looks good on my Grampa...not so much this guy). But I figured if I put some work into I might be able to fix him up. He was workable. :0) My uncle warned me though that he might be too set in his ways. He proceded to give me an example of such. Then it turns out the man wasn't as young as my uncle thought so that idea didn't pan out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my aunt had an employee that she was trying to set me up with. One weekend, in Feb., we were going to the movies. My and and me. She comes in and tells me that she hoped I didn't mind but she invited a gentleman friend along. I was thinking why would that bother me he's your friend. BUT then she said she didn't invite him for herself but for me. I was like ok I can do this. For those of you who do know me...I'm not very talkative to start out with. If I know you then you wish I'd shut up. lol. Well I hardly talked to the poor fellow and I made my aunt sit in between us. :-D I can only imagine what he was thinking. Then we went to eat afterwards, where he tried to engage me in conversation. It didn't work too well for him. He did ask for my number, so I gave it to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started texting practically non stop went on several more "dates" cuz at this point and time we were "just friends". Well it progressed and in May he proposed to me. Then on June 1st we were married. I NEVER thought I would marry someone after only knowing him for 3 1/2 months. We went to TN and got a marriage license and got married by a creek in Gaitlinburg. David, I , the minister, and the photogher were the only ones there. My mom told me I'd be married when I was 25 (when I was 24 yrs. old) I told her it wasn't going to happen, cuz I had to date a guy for at least 2 yrs. before I'd marry. My mom is laughing now. :-D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now about my husband for those of you who are waiting to hear about him. He is super nice. Buys me flowers every month since he proposed. Does the dishes and house work without being asked. Takes out garbage. Fixes my car. LOVES ME!!!! He is an awesome guy. Goes out of his way to help people if he can. Treats me like royalty. He is patient. For those of you who don't know me I am seriously lacking in patience. I honestly don't think there is another man out there that can love me as much as David does. I think he is my soul mate if you will. I know some of you will say there isn't such a thing. That God didn't create just one person for everyone because women out number men in this world. I'm not disputing that. But I am saying that for me, David and I were created for each other. This didn't really hit me til Sunday when we were in church. I think God has been preparing me for him my whole life. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of our adventures since we have been married consist of cookie dough and road trips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cookie dough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a 3 lb. tub of cookie dough in a bucket. Thinking we can eat off this for awhile. You know when you want a quick fix just pop some cookies in the oven. Well...after three days of working 12's I wanted some cookies. I went to the freezer and lifted out the cookie dough expecting it to be heavy. It practically flew out of my hands it was so light! I couldn't believe it! I had just bought it 3 days ago! David was in the bathroom getting ready for work, so I asked him about it. He swears he only ate half...but I have pictures to prove otherwise. The tub was supposed to make 36 cookies. David said he could make me 6 huge cookies with the cookie dough that was left. He was only able to squeeze 5 smallish-mediums out. I was very disappointed all the cookie dough had disappeared. I hadn't expected it from him at all. I told him if it was my mother I would have expected it, or my brother but not him. So the dear went out and bought me some cookie dough the next day and hasn't touched it at all. I still have some of that cookie dough in the fridge after 2 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our trip...We went to northern Indiana for David's work. He is an EMT. He had to take a class. When he was done we thought we'd go to Lake Michigian since it was only an hour away. It was awesome, beautiful. I loved it. We could see Chicago's outline across the lake. So we were like lets go to Chicago it's only an hour away. So we went. We were going to go up in the Sear's tower, but parking prices were outrageous. It was $6 for 20 min., $14 for 40 min. etc. So we just ate at a downtown restaurant. It was a blast. Then we came home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went and bought new mattress. Pillow top mattress...they are awesome! Oh and my car's headlight needs to be ducked taped into place or it falls out. So David convinced me to buy some hot pink duck tape for my car instead of gray. I think it adds more character to her :-D We went to Mammoth Cave. Don't have pics of that though. Hopefully now that this is posted I'll be able to keep y'all more up to date on my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-5039358731304232170?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/5039358731304232170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=5039358731304232170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/5039358731304232170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/5039358731304232170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-for-past-seven-months.html' title='My Life for the Past Seven Months'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SoFaJs7DgNI/AAAAAAAAACM/v5D_PPt6WtE/s72-c/Amber+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-3785777838009589264</id><published>2009-01-03T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:10:51.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I traveled back to KY recently. I went the southern route this time to miss any snow and ice that I might have encountered otherwise. I traveled through the middle part of TX. I used to think that TX was ugly (and the top part still is), but traveling across the middle part of the state I found that it isn't all ugly. I rather enjoyed it. I stayed my first night in a hotel in Big Springs, TX. I stopped at a hotel to ask the price. It was $90 for one night. That was a little to rich for my blood. So, the clerk told me about another hotel. Well, actually it was a motel. Anyhow I found it. It looked a little run down, and not the kind of place I would normally stay at by myself, but I did. So I pulled into the parking lot, got out to go to the window for a room and a guy whistled at me. Of course I didn't turn around...you don't want to encourage them. I paid my money, received my room key and got back in my car to get some food. On my return, when I was getting out of my car the guy whistled at me again. (Well, since I didn't look...I hope it was a guy and not a girl  :-) ). Once again I didn't look. The room smelled of smoke and something else not pleasant. The floor was dirty. The bed was clean and that was really all I cared about. The door was kinda flimsy. So I shoved a chair nice and snug up under the door knob. I really didn't feel safe there. I felt safer sleeping in my car in the walmart parking lot when I was going to AZ. I kept the t.v. most of the night...then thought if anything was going to happen it was going to happen whether the t.v. was on or not. lol. Nothing happened. My second night I upgraded. That hotel was lovely. It was all clean...no characters hanging around...it was lovely. I spent my second night in Louisiana. It was new year's eve. My grandpa and mom told me to get a hotel at 6. So I missed a lot of traveling time, but it was ok. On my third day I made it home. I traveled about 2,090 miles. I took it easy on my car because she is aging. Oh I went to sleep at 10 on new year's eve. So I brought in the new year asleep. When I was a kid I remember being at my granny's for a couple of new year's and she slept through them and I couldn't understand why she didn't stay up. Now I can understand. Mississippi is a state that I would like to visit again. I have three job interviews and a possible fourth. I'm so excited about them. I will tell you that since I have traveled from OH to AZ and then from AZ to KY, by myself, that I feel like the world is open to me. I love to travel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-3785777838009589264?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/3785777838009589264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=3785777838009589264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/3785777838009589264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/3785777838009589264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2009/01/traveling-home.html' title='Traveling Home'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-2085398617779645322</id><published>2008-12-11T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:00:08.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrow and Happiness</title><content type='html'>I just have a thought, I thought I would share. The other day in church something I saw struck me as funny, so of course I laughed. When I turned around I found a lady from church looking at me with a concerned look on her face. She then explained to me that she wasn't sure if I was laughing or crying. This made me think...lol. I thought of the saying "there is a fine line between love and hate". It made me think that there is also a fine line between sorrow and happiness. I don't know I haven't thought too much on it...as in I haven't developed the thought. :-) It was just a random thought. Maybe these verses triggered it as I am reading in Ecclesiastes. Chapter 3:4 A time to weep and a time to laugh... Then 3:8 A time to love and a time to hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-2085398617779645322?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/2085398617779645322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=2085398617779645322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/2085398617779645322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/2085398617779645322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorrow-and-happiness.html' title='Sorrow and Happiness'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-2382980869285501272</id><published>2008-12-08T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:38:58.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/ST3lW_6CVAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GQyL4nY4bfk/s1600-h/My+B-day+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277626521622828034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/ST3lW_6CVAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GQyL4nY4bfk/s320/My+B-day+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/ST3lWrFXqzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QsavHWtNqk8/s1600-h/My+B-day+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277626516033219378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/ST3lWrFXqzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QsavHWtNqk8/s320/My+B-day+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/ST3lWAkQbiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sPB_YMCLXC0/s1600-h/My+B-day+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277626504620043810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/ST3lWAkQbiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sPB_YMCLXC0/s320/My+B-day+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/ST3lVp416oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2h90nccH-nE/s1600-h/My+B-day+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277626498532371074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/ST3lVp416oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2h90nccH-nE/s320/My+B-day+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/ST3lVQaAWoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PKM1SxflIBc/s1600-h/My+B-day+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277626491692145282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/ST3lVQaAWoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PKM1SxflIBc/s320/My+B-day+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pics of my b-day cake, presents and my makeover! I was so excited the night before that I had trouble going to sleep. Just think I'm a quarter of a century old now! I love it! :-) A quarter of a century. My bro called me at 10:30 my time which is 12:30 his time and wished me a happy b-day. I considered myself 25 at that time. Cuz I was raised in that time zone and born in that time zone. lol. My cake was an ice cream cake. My Grandma got a piece of it, then my Grampa and I took it to the mall to share with our friends there. Well, two elderly men (both in their 80's), and a girl from church. It was a bunch of fun. After we ate the cake and talked I went and got a makeover. It was fun. I really don't care too much for makeup though. But it was fun nevertheless. The weather was 60 F. It was nice. I was happy the whole day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-2382980869285501272?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/2382980869285501272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=2382980869285501272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/2382980869285501272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/2382980869285501272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/ST3lW_6CVAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GQyL4nY4bfk/s72-c/My+B-day+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-7791649752899409515</id><published>2008-11-15T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:28:48.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just realized (while watching a movie) that I haven't laughed in awhile. Sad huh? This movie has made me laugh a few times. I miss laughing. :-) I believe I'll endeavor to do it more. I washed my car today by hand (mop). It was the first time I've done this since I was a little girl. I got almost as wet as the car. lol. I used a 10 gallon bucket to rinse the car off and lazy me I filled it up almost to the top so I wouldn't have to make as many trips to the water faucet. I don't think it worked cuz I ended up with half the bucket on me. But the weather was warm enough to dry my skirt in short order. I am once again in the process of looking for a job. My current job will end either this month or next month. They aren't sure yet. Whenever people stop coming for their flu shots are when we are going to close. So if you guys would keep me in your prayers...to find a new job out here I would appreciate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-7791649752899409515?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/7791649752899409515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=7791649752899409515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/7791649752899409515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/7791649752899409515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2008/11/laughs.html' title='Laughs'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-7562650379883480123</id><published>2008-11-06T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:30:39.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hodge Podge</title><content type='html'>We are having my dad's memorial this Sat. He was cremated. I got my outfit tonight to wear to the memorial service. My brother went home the day after Dad passed away. He isn't coming back out, but my uncle and cousins are coming in tomorrow morning. I'm excited to spend time with them. I haven't seen my one cousin for&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; about 5 years. With that said I talked to a sister that I've never met.  My dad had her several years before he met my mom. She lives in Kansas, has three children and her name is Amber Elizabeth. It is weird having a sister you've never met. I've known about her for as long as I can remember. I've just never claimed her. Understandable I think. I would like to meet her and her children. I am now licensed in two states: OH and AZ. My nursing license that is. I was so excited when I got my permanent license from AZ today. I don't know whether I am going to move back to OH/KY or stay out here. It all depends on whether I can get a job out here or not. But if I do come back it won't be before the beginning of December. My grandparent's are leaving to go to KS/MO next week and will be gone until the beginning of Dec. My dad wanted a memorial in AZ and KS. Ok I know this is jumping all over, but that is how my mind is right now. So I hope you can follow and make sense of it all. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-7562650379883480123?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/7562650379883480123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=7562650379883480123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/7562650379883480123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/7562650379883480123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2008/11/hodge-podge.html' title='Hodge Podge'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-2437780844873152996</id><published>2008-10-25T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:19:09.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>My dad passed away this morning at 3:10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-2437780844873152996?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/2437780844873152996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=2437780844873152996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/2437780844873152996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/2437780844873152996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2008/10/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-4540113041583463112</id><published>2008-10-17T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:30:36.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider bite</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all. I'm just going to do a short update. Monday they told us that they didn't expect Dad to live more than 2 more weeks. The weather here was PERFECT for a few days. It was not too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; or too cold. I'm serious the only word for it was perfect. One more thing, when Dad was at hospice this last time, my bro and I took turns staying up with him at night. If we didn't they wouldn't let him go outside and that is where he likes to be. So anyway I was outside with him one night and we were dozing together. Well, something bit me. It hurt! Really bad! I thought at first it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mosquito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I didn't see anything. It hurt so bad though that I couldn't go back to dozing for awhile. Then periodically it woke me up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it hurt so bad. Well in the morning I didn't think much about it, except that it was a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mosquito&lt;/span&gt; or that he'd gotten a lot of blood. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Then later in the day I noticed my finger was swelling a bit and was real red. Upon further inspection I saw two tiny holes about a huge spider's mouth apart! I tried to take pics of it to put up but they all came out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blurry&lt;/span&gt;. But for a rough measurement they are about half the length of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pinkie&lt;/span&gt; nail apart! I'm serious! It hurt for several days afterwards too. Spiders for some reason love to bite me. I get bit by them all the time. But this was the first time I was bit by one that actually woke me up when he bit me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it hurt so bad. Normally when I get bit by spiders they just look like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mosquito&lt;/span&gt; bite with a pus center in the middle of them and itch like crazy. Sometimes little red streaks out from the bite. This bite was different. My finger hurt like all get out, swelled up, and it did itch. I hate spiders! Spiders love me! I wonder if I smell good to them or something. Mosquito's love me too! Anyhow this is way longer than I planned, but...oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-4540113041583463112?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/4540113041583463112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=4540113041583463112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/4540113041583463112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/4540113041583463112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2008/10/spider-bite.html' title='Spider bite'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-255878322608968157</id><published>2008-10-13T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:19:58.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SPO13Q3n2RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UnO09vuA2xk/s1600-h/dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256745151097198866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SPO13Q3n2RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UnO09vuA2xk/s320/dad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new job! It is a nursing job, but it isn't in a hospital. It is in a moving clinic giving immunization shots to people. The pay is good and it is part time so I can still spend time with Dad. I'm so happy! God is good! This is my dad. He is going down hill. His lungs are getting worse. But I am thankful for the time God is giving to me to be with him. The weather changed out here really fast. It was from 100+ degrees to 70 and below. I was absolutely freezing for several days. I am now used to it, and it feels quite nice. I didn't expect the temp to get this low. I left almost all my fall clothes in storage in Indiana. It was 40 when I got up this morning. But it felt good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-255878322608968157?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/255878322608968157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=255878322608968157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/255878322608968157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/255878322608968157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-job.html' title='New Job!'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hrnZwvPAY/SPO13Q3n2RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UnO09vuA2xk/s72-c/dad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-8937819539313328058</id><published>2008-10-10T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:11:58.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praises and Blessings</title><content type='html'>I don’t get the chance to praise God at the church that I am currently attending. I have so much to praise Him for that I just figured to do it here. I want people to know what He is doing in my life and my family’s.&lt;br /&gt;1. I made it out to AZ safely. The car did not give me any trouble. I was not accosted while sleeping in the Wal-Mart parking lot or on the side of the road. I was not in a wreck, didn’t even come close to being in a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;2. God has touched my dad. When I got here he was admitted to hospice. He looked very sick. I thought he was going to pass soon. But people have been praying for him. People from Washington all the way to North Carolina. I am so thankful for the people praying for him! So dad got better. They released him from hospice. He is back in now, but he doesn’t look anywhere near as bad as he did when I first got out here. They are also releasing him from hospice probably tomorrow. I really believe God has touched Dad. I’m so thankful for that, because for one reason it gives me more time with him.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have two babysitting jobs. It isn’t a lot but it works. I’m thankful for God watching over me and providing for me.&lt;br /&gt;4. I received my temporary AZ nursing license. I know God will provide a nursing job for me when the time is right. Until that time I have my babysitting jobs.&lt;br /&gt;5. My Grampa has relented and let my brother stay at their place. In my opinion God is using my dad’s illness to bring my grampa around to forgiving my brother of the wrong’s he did 8 years ago. My grampa also believes that God is using my dad’s illness to bring dad and my uncle together.&lt;br /&gt;6. My brother has a job.&lt;br /&gt;7. My mom has a job.&lt;br /&gt;8. I found a church to attend. It isn’t a Nazarene church, but it is a good church.&lt;br /&gt;9. God has given me the opportunity to take care of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I know there are more blessings and praises I could give, but right now I can’t think of them. I just know that God is working in my life and my family’s life. I know that He loves us and is looking out for us. I love Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-8937819539313328058?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/8937819539313328058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=8937819539313328058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/8937819539313328058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/8937819539313328058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2008/10/praises-and-blessings.html' title='Praises and Blessings'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-1823408496714991583</id><published>2008-09-26T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:29:09.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona</title><content type='html'>So, I've been in AZ for 2 weeks and 4 days. I miss all my friends. I decided on a church to attend. It is my grandparent's church. It is free will baptist. I have been to their church every time I come out to visit, but wasn't sure that I wanted to attend it on a regular basis. So I tried a Nazarene church, but found that I'd rather go to a church where I already knew the people. The only draw back to my new church is that there is not very many people there my age. The church mainly consist's of elderly people. I like elderly people, don't get me wrong, but they can't go out and play v-ball with me or other things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the interstate out here! Each side has six lanes and it is made with rubber asphalt. The rubber asphalt decreases the noise of the highway significantly, and makes it a very smooth ride. It sure beats the interstates in Cincy. With that said one thing I don't particularly like out here is that they have cameras at most of the intersections. The cameras are there in case you run a red light. They take a pic of your license plate and mail you a ticket. Ok well, I don't run red lights. But just knowing those cameras are there make me jumpy. The speed limit out here for most of the streets is 45mph. So when the light changes to yellow, usually you have to speed up or slam on the brakes not to run a red light. Out here if you speed up they also have cameras to see if you are speeding. But sometimes you have to speed up cuz otherwise you would be really slamming on the brakes. So I've sped up a couple of times, and while doing so chanted, "Don't see me, don't see me." I was of course talking to the cameras. I don't think they listen very well. I do joke that if I have been getting caught that the tickets are going to Cincy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is in a hospice center, now. He has been here for 2 weeks. Some days he looks good other days he looks really bad. He fell asleep smoking last night while smoking a cigarette and burnt the book I was loaning him to read! One of the nurses saw and poured water on it to put out the fire. Dad is safe, but my book is in poor condition. I don't mind, cuz I was expecting something like that to happen when he asked to borrow it. It only cost a dollar, otherwise I wouldn't have loaned it to him. Even though I love him dearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-1823408496714991583?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/1823408496714991583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=1823408496714991583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/1823408496714991583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/1823408496714991583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2008/09/arizona.html' title='Arizona'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-3119261869390240894</id><published>2008-09-09T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:17:51.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>I drove 1,830 miles all by myself! I left Saturday to come to AZ. I arrived here Monday morning at 5 a.m. AZ time. My first day I drove from KY to OK. I slept overnight in a Wal-Mart parking lot. I covered the windows with sheets and the front window with a sunscreen. I enjoyed myself, immensely. The second day I drove the rest of the way. I slept for 3 hours on the side of the road in AZ. The total cost of my gas to get out here was $170. I was (am) amazed. I love my new car! I had the car set on cruise control at 61 mph the first day and 64 mph the second day. I stopped every 3 1/2 hours. I filled the tank up everytime I stopped. I only let the tank get half empty before I filled it up again. I wonder if that is what helped me to get so good gas mileage. My car was loaded with stuff also. The day I got here I went walking with my Grampa, then we went and talked to some crematories about my Dad. After that I went and set up a bank account out here. That was a cool experience. The guy who set up my account had just moved out here from Cincy in July. We took the same roads to get out here and had similar experiences on the road. We had a good talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a family reunion last Sunday. I loved it, but of course I would since I place high value on family. I was also able to spend some time with my sister. I had a good time. I haven't been able to spend a whole lot of time with my family lately, and figured I should before I came out here. With that said...my Dad looks really sick. The last time he went to the doctor they told him he now has around 12-16 weeks of life left. So, I'm glad my job found out I was coming out here and fired me before I could quit. I made me move my plans up, and now I am able to spend more time with my Dad. We've been talking. He has picked someone to stand in his place at my wedding (whenever that may be), approved a song I want to play at my wedding in remembrance of him, and picked some names for my first child (if I have any). That's all we've done so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-3119261869390240894?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/3119261869390240894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=3119261869390240894' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/3119261869390240894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/3119261869390240894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2008/09/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-6483922080679306653</id><published>2008-09-09T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:50:18.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty and Bare</title><content type='html'>8-28-08&lt;br /&gt;My apartment is empty and bare. It took much effort on my part to get it this way. J I have vowed to never accumulate this much stuff again until I settle down. I filled at least 15 trash bags of junk. Mostly because I was lazy and just didn’t want to have to pack it up to unpack it at a later undisclosed time. I hate packing and unpacking. I also hate moving. With that said I love to travel.&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: I have realized when you cut a guy’s hair it gets EVERYWHERE. I trimmed/cut my bro’s hair in the kitchen. Luckily we had all our stuff packed, that we were taking from the kitchen. Otherwise it would have been a disater. So I started cutting to his specifications and I started getting his hair on my arms and guess what…it started itching me. That is another thing I learned about a guy’s hair. It itches! I went to the bathroom to wash it off…yeah…it doesn’t wash well either. When I finally got it all off (mostly) I put on a jacket so that I wouldn’t get any more on me. Well afterwards we had wads of hair all over the kitchen. My brother being the kind soul that he is cleaned it up to the best of his ability. I finished cleaning it up.&lt;br /&gt;Okay back on track. I was told by a friend about 5 or 6 months ago that I was too independent. I have come to realize that he is right. Today I packed my things down from the third floor to the car. I’m not very strong, but I do know how to use my body and weight to carry things. Anyhow I carried a suitcase full of my things down using my leg to brace it and move it. Well…when I made it outside the handle broke off the suitcase. This struck me as funny, so of course I started laughing. At that time I was glad I hadn’t asked for help cuz I could just see someone’s reaction to the handle breaking off. Luckily it had a side loop pulley thing that I used to pull it the rest of the way to the car and toss in. The next big thing I took down (mind you from the third floor) was my kitchen table. Once again I used my body to lug it down the steps. Just so you know this is quit an accomplishment. It wasn’t like it is a tiny table, at the same time it isn’t a huge table either. It is more like a medium small, and wood. I was going to break it down but then realized that I had packed away the Allen wrench (in the suitcase whose handle broke). The suitcase was under the kitchen chairs I had broken down using the Allen wrench and under other things. I didn’t think it was worth it to dig through it all to find the wrench to break down the table. I even managed to get it into the car without any help. I was proud of my accomplishment, but at the same time realized I should have probably asked for help. But I hate asking people for help. Any kind of help. I do realize this can be a hinderance. I didn’t ask anyone to help me move my things…or take anyone up on their offers b/c I am so independent. Plus I hate moving and so don’t want to have to inflict that upon other people.&lt;br /&gt;I adopted a car today, from DeAnne. We went and got the title transfer over and everything. I’m so excited! She named the car Fancy and has had it for about 5 yrs. so I have decided to keep the name.&lt;br /&gt;I passed my RN exam! I found that out today also. I’ve been squealing off and on sporadically, clapping my hands, praising God, telling random people, telling the same people over and over. Oh yeah I’m excited. Now all I have to do is get them transferred to AZ.&lt;br /&gt;So leaving Cinci today I saw the skyline in my rearview mirror and felt a pang of something. I’m not sure what. Lol. But coming home before going to AZ has made me excited. I came to the familiar spots and scenes and thought…ahhh…home. I stopped at Dairy Queen for my celebration of getting my RN. Now I also know that you are not supposed to reward yourself with food, but in this instance I thought I would make an exception. For one I haven’t had Dairy Queen since…the beginning of June I think. I love Dairy Queen. My family reunion is Sunday so I’ll have more pics and stories then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-6483922080679306653?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/6483922080679306653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=6483922080679306653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/6483922080679306653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/6483922080679306653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2008/09/empty-and-bare.html' title='Empty and Bare'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722178683665502864.post-4982760285970716673</id><published>2008-08-25T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:04:18.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke and Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone. I decided that since I am moving that this is a great way to keep in touch with my friends/family. I haven't moved yet, but the process is imminent. So I'm sitting here eating a candy bar (Hershey's with Almonds) and drinking Coke (my two favorite things to consume) and reminiscing about my life here in Cincy. I was driving the other day and saw some sights that I probably won't see again. The view of Cincy when you are coming down the hill from 71 from KY, the crazy man who walks the streets around where I live, an old man who rides the bus when I do (I call him Grampa), then there is a middle aged lady who rides the same bus (I don't have a name for her), the old men that sit out on their porch on Dorchester and always wave and say hello to me when I pass (I call them my old men), all the steps I walk up and down to get back and forth to work via the bus (I won't miss them! Especially the ones with human feces on them! Yuck!), living on my peaceful half of the street, going to GBS and playing volleyball, seeing my friends, going to my church and seeing those loved ones, ahh the list could go on... but I'll stop for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722178683665502864-4982760285970716673?l=auntjojo05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/feeds/4982760285970716673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722178683665502864&amp;postID=4982760285970716673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/4982760285970716673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722178683665502864/posts/default/4982760285970716673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntjojo05.blogspot.com/2008/08/coke-and-chocolate.html' title='Coke and Chocolate'/><author><name>Aunt JoJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14075163306661526480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
